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Synopsis:“There are only two ways to survive Internet infamy: drop offline and play dead or give everyone something bigger and better to talk about. I’ve tried the first strategy. Now it’s time to try the second…”
A year and a lifetime ago, Riley Ozaki was just an ordinary high school junior in San Francisco, stressing over boys and grades. But an ill-conceived editorial in her school paper brought her an internet avalanche of public-shaming and ruined her life.
Now Riley’s on a helicopter dropping into a deserted island with nineteen other teens, to star in a reality show that will be her redemption. She has no other choice. National attention was what got her into this mess, and only the same level of exposure can get her out. Besides, Riley has a few tricks up her sleeve.
With a cast of vivid characters who will stop at nothing to win the show, a cursed island setting, and a priceless treasure waiting to be discovered, Reality Gold will drop readers right into a scheming web of lies, love, and betrayal.

Excerpt:
I kicked off my sneakers and let my toes sink into the soft sand, taking it all in. Sparkling blue water, with a wide band of white beach that sloped up toward the green jungle. Really, it was a perfect and picturesque backdrop—all very Lost, minus the crashed airplane. Supposedly there was a storm on its way, but right now the sky was bright and crisp without any sign of trouble.
This was it: the very spot where my godfather, Miles Kroger, had been murdered. You would never have known someone had died a violent death here if this beautiful, serene view was all you had to go on. It wasn’t that I expected to see signs of a crime scene, or even a memorial, but it was a little unsettling that something so savage could have occurred in such a peaceful setting without leaving a mark of some sort.
Or maybe my discomfort came from the fact that in some ways it was hard to recognize this as the same place. Two years ago, this beach had been mostly deserted without any man-made structures—just lots of treasure hunting gear piled around a makeshift tent camp. Now it was Disney’d up: Incan-style huts and hammocks, fire pits and torch-lined paths. A giant gold gong glinted from the treeline. The sand seemed whiter, almost glittery. Even the jungle seemed greener, as if it had done nothing but rain since I left.
Actually, in a way it had rained, I realized. Money. The whole reason I’d heard about the show in the first place was because Deb had been drumming up investors and my father had been on her hit list. My father: Oz, the Great Wizard of Silicon Valley. Otherwise known as Albert Ozaki, he was the man who could bring any start-up from poverty to profitability—someone whose only disappointing endeavor thus far was, apparently, his daughter.
“There had better be a green bandana in that basket for me because there’s no way I’m partnering with those yellow idiots,” Maren said.
Everyone who’d jumped off the helicopter was celebrating about a hundred yards away. They were a mass of activity, almost a single unit, hopping and jumping around either in excitement or in an effort to dry off. Maybe both. It wasn’t even nine in the morning yet, so it would be awhile before the sun would get hot enough to do any good.
I held on tightly to my bag. I didn’t regret staying on the helicopter one bit.
“Team Sol!” There were lots of celebratory cheers, some with a taunting edge, as if yellow unquestionably represented the better team and those of us on the green team had already failed the first test.
Ha. Little did they know.

Author Bio:
Tiffany Brooks lives in San Francisco with her family and a bunch of pets, who luckily don’t object to being featured on her Instagram. The best thing about living on the west coast is she can find out what happens on Game of Thrones three hours ahead of air time. That, plus not having winter weather, means she’ll never move back east, although that doesn’t stop her New England family from asking when she’ll be moving “back home” to NYC or Connecticut. Reality Gold, her debut novel, kicks off the Shifting Reality Collection, a YA trilogy.